How I View Things
She never knew she was a dream, dreaming her own past, from a future where living symbols create aeons of being. She never knew that the art she curated, the selfies and music on the devices she thumbed, echoed forward…
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She never knew she was a dream, dreaming her own past, from a future where living symbols create aeons of being. She never knew that the art she curated, the selfies and music on the devices she thumbed, echoed forward…
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there is another country, then there is another sea what wasn’t and what’s never been is a place without your me there is another passage, though a distant century what memories cannot bestow is time without your be